It started raining that morning,
and that was alright,
But when it carried into noon,
Would it then continue all night?

I had to use my head,
Though made out of wood,
I devised a simple plan,
but the plan was still good.

See, I snatched someone's umbrella,
and Tangled it in my fingers,
the Man cursed the high winds,
and Ran off without a linger.

Because I missed my little friend,
Who came to hug me everyday,
and Now I made it possible,
For her to come out and play.